Coffee Connection

2008.11.19 21:57:53

Cordell

Cordell → Simple Poem not inspired by GREENWOLFE

I need you more than you need me
This is folly all can understand

I sometimes see you in my dreams
I need you all the time it feels like

Ive written letters Ive not sent
Tell me what they really are

If I dont send them are they real
if there lines hold what I care about

Does that make me a broken man
Or is that a part of the way it goes

Tell me if these things are really clues
Or dusty history like worn out books

I need to know if your hearts there
to get these thoughts out of my mind

If you dont love me then I'll leave
I'll somehow coax my lungs to work

I'll never forget that your were mine
I'll never heal or ever be ok

And I'll think of you throughtout the years
with tender feeling and tender rememberences.

fun | Humor | FRIENDSHIP | love | pain | frustration | desire

2008.11.19 20:04:50

aeramos

aeramos → Failure Syndrome

Did you ever wake up some morning

And find out you over slept

Because your alarm clock failed to go off

As you jump out of bed

 You can’t find your slippers

And when you do you put them on the wrong feet

As you stumble into the bathroom

To dispose of last nights’ pizza and beer

Then you realize you are out of tissue paper

You holler for your wife to bring you some

But then the toilet won’t flush

So you go ahead and shave

And cut yourself when you sneeze

You squeeze out too much tooth paste

And it falls off you brush

As you hurriedly dress

You button up the wrong holes

And you can’t find a matching tie

You run through the kitchen

Where the toast is already burned

And the coffee is too hot

You spill it on your tie but you don’t know it

You jump in your car

But you forgot your keys

But what does it matter

Because when you retrieve them the car won’t start

Finally you‘re your way

But a flashing red light stops you

You were only doing 55

In a 35 mile zone

You ask the policeman to give you a break

He says which leg

A hundred dollar ticket later

You arrive at the gate

The security guard greets you

Hi Mr. Smith, what are you doing here on a Saturday?

2008.11.19 20:01:55

aeramos

aeramos → Every Day I Visit Your Tombstone

Every day I visit your tombstone

Even though you are not dead

I said, I said

I’ll pay any money

To get you out of my head

I have time on my hands

And I spend it on my fear

Faded love can be defeated by distance

Even though I see your reflection in my mirror

I don’t want every breath to be a prayer

I don’t want every moment to be one of despair

I don’t want every dream to be a nightmare

I don’t want every pain to be more than I can bear

I visit your grave every night

To process some cerebral blight

I know, I know

That it don’t make much sense to anyone

That I’m living on another plateau

But what is there to explain

Isn’t it obvious who ended up with the pain

Sooner or later I will have to move on

But the final conclusion hasn’t been drawn

I will go to the bottom of the darkest ocean

If I can bury what you called devotion

Then it would finally be over, really be over

And I’ll be dancing happily in clover

2008.11.19 19:59:15

aeramos

aeramos → Escaping Fear

Does fear hold us back

Does it make us lose track

From dreams unfulfilled

From dreams we must rebuild

Love allowed to drift away

Emotional debts left to repay

Passions allowed to wither

Like a snake they slither

What restrains us

What makes us jump on a runaway bus

Fear itself is a necessity

It balances common sense and calamity

It teeters between our heart and brain

Accomplishing things that I can’t explain

Fear is that final taste

That if we don’t try it is all for waste

Failure has its successes

To learn from what it professes

So from fear there is no escaping

Be adamantly in charge of what it’s reshaping